fractured starlight - vii.
whispered hello and smiled at you from across a crowded room: smiled as he
brushed his hand against yours. five minutes and he’d shown you the back way
out—hands tangled in hair lips like fire and you said nonowait (speak up, i don’t
think he quite heard you, dear.) said it’sokayit’sokay like it was some kind of fucking
love-story—started dripdrip burning skin ripping something apart but you could
only closeyoureyes (please.don’t.) and you leaned back and tried to catch a falling star
in your fingers, but it fell just a little short, so all you could do was murmur a little